The Conversation

conversationYesterday was interesting enough when it was reported that in a vote of 97-1 (the only rebel being one-eyed Harry Reid), the Senate voted to override President Obama’s veto of the Justice Against Sponsors of Terrorism Act (JASTA).

It was expected that the House of Representatives would take up the issues next week. It only took one day for them to overwhelmingly override Obama’s Veto of Bill Allowing Terror Victims to Sue Foreign Governments – the first such rebuke to Himz-elf since he took office. The House voted 348-77 to overturn Buckwheat’s Friday veto of the bill. Families of the victims of the Sept. 11 terrorist attacks have long sought the right to sue Saudi Arabia for any alleged role in the attacks, which the kingdom has denied.

The White House has warned that the U.S. could ultimately end up facing lawsuits in foreign courts, putting American service members at legal risk, should the Justice Against Sponsors of Terrorism Act take effect – a view shared by many legal experts.

OK – now you understand the groundwork, which led to the following conversation between Granny and myself…

buckwheatWhen I received notification from the Wall Street Journal early this morning, I forwarded it to Granny with the following note:

Buckwheat gotz himz comeuppance today.

FINALLY – the Senate and the House have slapped his sorry-zzz down!

The House was not expected to vote on this until next week.

This was her initial response:

I have been more than concerned over this – I am not in favor of opening the door to Americans being sued by those in those ISLAM nations – I have no idea WHY Obunghole really veto’d it or why the Congress was/is so in favor of opening this door.

I foresee a huge HUGE opening to the Globalists filing suit against every American they can serve with papers… and tie up the courts for centuries.

Perhaps Obunghole veto’d it knowing it would be overridden and in the end Obungholes true goal to destroy America via these lawsuits would become reality.

My reply:

You could be right – but I think that this jerk is so full of himself that he never believed that the US Congress (collectively) would ever override him.

97 to 1 in the Senate and 348 to 77 in the House? Unheard of. But they should have been overriding his butt on the Dream Act and everything else that was a violation.

But as relates to him doing everything he can to destroy this nation – I agree.

Her final replay was thus:

OR why didn’t they kick hi illegal ass out of the oval office for not being a NATURAL BORN CITIZEN

And let’s not forget Obama DON’T CARE about shit.

Or his huge increases in the Debt – matched only by his and Big Butt’s constant vacation tripos listing their family members as STAFF

The list is so long it isn’t funny but all of the sudden these RINO’s and Commies decide to override THIS item?

It all STINKS to high heaven to me.

I really do believe it has all been a well planned set up to hand over more of our money to those ISLAM thieves – the Muslims of which Obunghole is one…

So now we’ll watch him throw a Sissy Fit on National telly-bision and we will wait, and wait, and wait.

Without Apology I am,

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  1. Jackie

    I have this odd way of seeing things and how they connect with current events.

    This old story about the TAR BABY is one of those – in connection with the DE-BAITS taking place in politics….. See if you can connect the Dots – er – Tar babies . . . . . . .

    Brer Rabbit and the Tar Baby

    A Georgia Folktale

    retold by

    S.E. Schlosser

    Well now, that rascal Brer Fox hated Brer Rabbit on account of he was always cutting capers and bossing everyone around. So Brer Fox decided to capture and kill Brer Rabbit if it was the last thing he ever did! He thought and he thought until he came up with a plan. He would make a tar baby! Brer Fox went and got some tar and he mixed it with some turpentine and he sculpted it into the figure of a cute little baby. Then he stuck a hat on the Tar Baby and sat her in the middle of the road.

    Brer Fox hid himself in the bushes near the road and he waited and waited for Brer Rabbit to come along. At long last, he heard someone whistling and chuckling to himself, and he knew that Brer Rabbit was coming up over the hill. As he reached the top, Brer Rabbit spotted the cute little Tar Baby. Brer Rabbit was surprised. He stopped and stared at this strange creature. He had never seen anything like it before!

    “Good Morning,” said Brer Rabbit, doffing his hat. “Nice weather we’re having.”

    The Tar Baby said nothing. Brer Fox laid low and grinned an evil grin.

    Brer Rabbit tried again. “And how are you feeling this fine day?”

    The Tar Baby, she said nothing. Brer Fox grinned an evil grin and lay low in the bushes.

    Brer Rabbit frowned. This strange creature was not very polite. It was beginning to make him mad.

    “Ahem!” said Brer Rabbit loudly, wondering if the Tar Baby were deaf. “I said ‘HOW ARE YOU THIS MORNING?”

    The Tar Baby said nothing. Brer Fox curled up into a ball to hide his laugher. His plan was working perfectly!

    “Are you deaf or just rude?” demanded Brer Rabbit, losing his temper. “I can’t stand folks that are stuck up! You take off that hat and say ‘Howdy-do’ or I’m going to give you such a lickin’!”

    The Tar Baby just sat in the middle of the road looking as cute as a button and saying nothing at all. Brer Fox rolled over and over under the bushes, fit to bust because he didn’t dare laugh out loud.

    “I’ll learn ya!” Brer Rabbit yelled. He took a swing at the cute little Tar Baby and his paw got stuck in the tar.

    “Lemme go or I’ll hit you again,” shouted Brer Rabbit. The Tar Baby, she said nothing.

    “Fine! Be that way,” said Brer Rabbit, swinging at the Tar Baby with his free paw. Now both his paws were stuck in the tar, and Brer Fox danced with glee behind the bushes.

    “I’m gonna kick the stuffin’ out of you,” Brer Rabbit said and pounced on the Tar Baby with both feet. They sank deep into the Tar Baby. Brer Rabbit was so furious he head-butted the cute little creature until he was completely covered with tar and unable to move.

    Brer Fox leapt out of the bushes and strolled over to Brer Rabbit. “Well, well, what have we here?” he asked, grinning an evil grin.

    Brer Rabbit gulped. He was stuck fast. He did some fast thinking while Brer Fox rolled about on the road, laughing himself sick over Brer Rabbit’s dilemma.

    “I’ve got you this time, Brer Rabbit,” said Brer Fox, jumping up and shaking off the dust. “You’ve sassed me for the very last time. Now I wonder what I should do with you?”

    Brer Rabbit’s eyes got very large. “Oh please Brer Fox, whatever you do, please don’t throw me into the briar patch.”

    “Maybe I should roast you over a fire and eat you,” mused Brer Fox. “No, that’s too much trouble. Maybe I’ll hang you instead.”

    “Roast me! Hang me! Do whatever you please,” said Brer Rabbit. “Only please, Brer Fox, please don’t throw me into the briar patch.”

    “If I’m going to hang you, I’ll need some string,” said Brer Fox. “And I don’t have any string handy. But the stream’s not far away, so maybe I’ll drown you instead.”

    “Drown me! Roast me! Hang me! Do whatever you please,” said Brer Rabbit. “Only please, Brer Fox, please don’t throw me into the briar patch.”

    “The briar patch, eh?” said Brer Fox. “What a wonderful idea! You’ll be torn into little pieces!”

    Grabbing up the tar-covered rabbit, Brer Fox swung him around and around and then flung him head over heels into the briar patch. Brer Rabbit let out such a scream as he fell that all of Brer Fox’s fur stood straight up. Brer Rabbit fell into the briar bushes with a crash and a mighty thump. Then there was silence.

    Brer Fox cocked one ear toward the briar patch, listening for whimpers of pain. But he heard nothing. Brer Fox cocked the other ear toward the briar patch, listening for Brer Rabbit’s death rattle. He heard nothing.

    Then Brer Fox heard someone calling his name. He turned around and looked up the hill. Brer Rabbit was sitting on a log combing the tar out of his fur with a wood chip and looking smug.

    “I was bred and born in the briar patch, Brer Fox,” he called. “Born and bred in the briar patch.”

    And Brer Rabbit skipped away as merry as a cricket while Brer Fox ground his teeth in rage and went home.


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